We flashed our feathers when the feathers were fit to be flashed, and now, in drearier days, many stay indoors.

I think that certainly the artists of the '40s, '50s and '60s were fighting a very conformist society, which didn't give them enough space to live or create, and they were bucking all kinds of spoken and unspoken rules.

We also have to make sure our children know the history of women. Tell them the rotten truth: It wasn't always possible for women to become doctors or managers or insurance people. Let them be armed with a true picture of the way we want it to be.

I really consider myself a writer, and a writer who is sometimes a social critic. I'm not an ideologue, I don't join a party. I follow along and take notes. Sometimes I throw in my two cents.

Reader, you forget that economics precedes religion; worship grew out of eating, not the other way around.

A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.

I've told the same story twelve different ways, but I think that's just part of what writers do. Once may not be enough.